It was bound to happen, I guess.
A new friend of mine lives in the same neighborhood as Dominick. On Saturday, I rode out there. Really, unless I ride around the world and enter the back door (which is a temptation), there isn't another way to get there from my place. Besides, if he could "pass through" my neighborhood and call to say, "I'm coming over now"--as he did several times before I took him to court--I can pass through his neighborhood if I'm minding my own business.
Anyway, you can probably guess what happened next. I was a couple of blocks from the friend's house when a red SUV pulled up behind me. A voice taunted me through the window, "Are you coming to visit me?"
Has he learned anything? I could tell, just from the tone of his voice, that he is as arrogant, presumptuous, disrespectful and abusive as he ever was. In other words, he's the same thug--coward--that he was when he slandered me to my employer, co-workers and other people, and when he called and texted me 11,518 times in two years after I said I didn't want him around me anymore.
After the things he did, there's simply no way I can have him anywhere near me. Perhaps I'm supposed to be more forgiving, but I can't be. I take that back: I don't want to be. He takes forgiveness, or anything that isn't retaliation, as a license to escalate his harassment and abuse.
In short, I not only don't believe he's changed; I don't believe that he ever will change. As long as he can continue living in the house in which he's lived since the day he was born, he'll have no reason to take responsibility for himself. In his mind, no matter how he behaves, other people are wrong in the ways they respond to him. Anyone who tries to hold him accountable for his words and actions is being "unfair"; anybody who tries more than once is an enemy who must be retaliated against.
In short, he hasn't grown up, and probably never will. So, when he made his mock-invitation from his grandmother's van, I ignored him. All I can do is to move through--and, hopefully, beyond--the wreckage he left in my life.
A new friend of mine lives in the same neighborhood as Dominick. On Saturday, I rode out there. Really, unless I ride around the world and enter the back door (which is a temptation), there isn't another way to get there from my place. Besides, if he could "pass through" my neighborhood and call to say, "I'm coming over now"--as he did several times before I took him to court--I can pass through his neighborhood if I'm minding my own business.
Anyway, you can probably guess what happened next. I was a couple of blocks from the friend's house when a red SUV pulled up behind me. A voice taunted me through the window, "Are you coming to visit me?"
Has he learned anything? I could tell, just from the tone of his voice, that he is as arrogant, presumptuous, disrespectful and abusive as he ever was. In other words, he's the same thug--coward--that he was when he slandered me to my employer, co-workers and other people, and when he called and texted me 11,518 times in two years after I said I didn't want him around me anymore.
After the things he did, there's simply no way I can have him anywhere near me. Perhaps I'm supposed to be more forgiving, but I can't be. I take that back: I don't want to be. He takes forgiveness, or anything that isn't retaliation, as a license to escalate his harassment and abuse.
In short, I not only don't believe he's changed; I don't believe that he ever will change. As long as he can continue living in the house in which he's lived since the day he was born, he'll have no reason to take responsibility for himself. In his mind, no matter how he behaves, other people are wrong in the ways they respond to him. Anyone who tries to hold him accountable for his words and actions is being "unfair"; anybody who tries more than once is an enemy who must be retaliated against.
In short, he hasn't grown up, and probably never will. So, when he made his mock-invitation from his grandmother's van, I ignored him. All I can do is to move through--and, hopefully, beyond--the wreckage he left in my life.
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